I'm a pragmatic optimist with disconcertingly eclectic interests and a pervasive sense of humor.
I live by the lake in Toronto, Canada with my daughter, a motley collection of dogs and a cat – all but myself and my daughter being of unknown origin.
After many successful years in business, I'm now focusing on a new career in writing. A voracious and discriminating reader, I have been preparing for authorship for a very long time.
Once More...From the Beginning is the first book I've brought before the public but there are more, pacing in the wings, impatiently waiting to take their turn on stage.
<p style="margin:0px 0px 14px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><strong>"A somber, disturbing mystery fused with a scathing look at the fashion industry. </strong><strong>Mangin writes in a confident, razor-edged style."</strong><strong> - Kirkus Reviews</strong></p><p style="margin:-4px 0px 14px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><strong>Condom dresses and space helmets have debuted on fashion runways.</strong></p><p style="margin:-4px 0px 14px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;">A dead body becomes the trend when a coat made of human skin saunters down fashion's biggest stage. The body is identified as Annabelle Leigh, the teenager who famously disappeared over a decade ago from her boyfriend's New York City mansion.</p><p style="margin:-4px 0px 14px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;">This new evidence casts suspicion back on the former boyfriend, Cecil LeClaire. Now a monk, he is forced to return to his dark and absurd childhood home to clear his name. He teams up with Ava Germaine, a renegade ex-model. And together, they investigate the depraved and lawless modeling industry behind Cecil's family fortune.</p><p style="margin:-4px 0px 14px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;">They find erotic canes, pet rats living in crystal castles, and dresses made of crushed butterfly wings. But Cecil finds more truth in the luxury goods than in the people themselves. Everyone he meets seems to be wearing a person-suit. Terrified of showing their true selves, the glitterati put on flamboyant public personas to make money and friends. Can Cecil find truth in a world built on lies?</p><p style="margin:-4px 0px 0px;padding:0px;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><strong>In high fashion modeling, selling bodies is organized crime.</strong></p>
I was sitting on the deck one summer afternoon, telling my daughter about a few of the more obscure details of biblical law Jewish scholars have chosen to debate over the years . . . laws that had long since lost their validity of application. I believe the important issue under discussion was whether chewing gum on the Sabbath was, or was not, considered work, to be condemned most vigorously. “You know,” I said, “you don’t need to go to the interpreters to find ridiculous . . . there’s plenty of ridiculous in the source itself.” How did I know? Well, I’ve read a lot about the bible since I decided in my teen years that I wasn’t prepared to accept any pre-packaged body of beliefs. I could hardly expect to think it out for myself without doing the research, could I? I have yet to find a single religion or philosophy to be without something important to offer. Nor have I found a single one that I could choke down whole, like an over-sized multi-vitamin tablet. I prefer to just keep the bits I can use. It keeps me honest. “Maybe I’ll write a book about it,” I said. “About what?” “About the Old Testament.” “Won’t it piss people off?” “I suppose. So what?” “Will it be funny?” “Sure. It’ll be funny.” “Go ahead.” So I did. I called it Once More…From the Beginning. Image via Wikipedia In order to be scrupulously fair, I was determined to build my book on the very words of the bible itself: the King James version – it’s the one most people recognize. So from the time I set pen to paper, I avoided reading anything written about the bible – pro or con. I wanted to read the words, not someone else’s interpretation of the words. The question people ask most often is: “How much of this stuff is actually in the bible, and how much did you make up for effect?” Well, the answer is: It’s all in the Old Testament. Every bit of it. I often don’t see eye to eye with the original in interpreting motivations, but the facts are all there. (I’m surprised that so many people ask, frankly. Haven’t they read it themselves?) I did notice one thing in my many romps through the pages of the Old Testament. It was hard to miss. While it was written my many hands, a very large proportion of those hands appear to be masculine. I’d estimate about 100%. Now, that seemed inequitable to me. We all know that men and women tend to see things differently. How would the events look through a woman’s eyes? Someone needed to balance the record. It might as well be me. And if the men suffer a bit in the translation – well, it’s about time. (Incidentally, my male readers have mostly taken the ribbing in good spirit. I wonder if we women could have been as gracious.) Reader response has been gratifying. All agree . . . it’s a very funny book. (I modestly resist taking all the credit. I was working with very funny material.) One reader suggested that it should be required reading in every bible school. Several warned that I was going straight to hell for sure. I think they were kidding.